help. i is trapped in the ice. not really. metaphorically. but seriously,  i could die in the ongoing stereo war with the thug below who is much bigger stronger meaner and stupider than me. i think i am winning the war, but like america, it is an endless war, or at least the powers of existwich in my case include me wish, because he plays the same psychotic tune over and over and my essence is a wicked diversity of operatic death metal. i picture him exploding into scintillas of dark matter in the wee hours with my tuneage for soundtrack. how'm i doin you like the way i talk huh. well godbellicosit, i'm tired, and i'm trapped in the ice.